As soon as he spoke his swear words, Zhang Zhexue's figure suddenly retreated into the air. At the same time, three flying swords in front of him were shot out, pulling out three rays of light to strangle the old man.

The old man was indeed furious and shouted, "Bold, I will kill you." As he said that, a sword light shot out from behind him, and he bumped into Zhang Zhexue's three flying swords. In just one turn, a series of sparks accompanied by a few jingles, Zhang Zhexue's three flying swords turned into several segments and fell.

Zhang Zhexue made a shocked expression and suddenly accelerated his escape, and in a blink of an eye it had already flew a hundred feet away.

"No wonder you dare to be arrogant in front of me. Didn't you just rely on your escape speed?" The old man sneered, and suddenly activated his true energy and followed him to chase him.

At this time, Zhang Zhexue had already flew behind the large net woven with blood silk, reached out and slapped the storage bag, and three more flying swords were sacrificed, but these three flying swords were three of the tiger's killings.

The old man chased after more than a hundred feet, suddenly felt like he was wrapped in an invisible net, and hurriedly input his true energy into the Taoist robe. Then the Taoist robe on the old man lit up, and a layer of orange light shone out, covering his whole body, pushing out the large net woven with blood silk and blocking it three inches away.

Zhang Zhexue did not expect that the old man's Taoist robe was actually a magic weapon, which could block the blood silk that was sharp and not falling from the flying sword. He immediately increased the activation of the true energy, so that the blood silk tightly wrapped the old man so that he could not break free, and even did not let him stretch out his hands and feet. Then he pinched the sword technique, drove the three tiger killers, and used the purple Qi Crazy Sword Technique with all his strength to perform the purple Qi Crazy Sword Technique to strangle the old man. The sword lights pulled up by the three flying swords were like a dragon.

Although the old man was suddenly wrapped in blood silk, he was not anxious. He sneered, and his spiritual sense moved, urging his flying sword to greet Zhang Zhexue's three tiger kills. When the four flying swords collided, a fire suddenly lit up in the night sky, and a series of light and darkness shone brightly, as if a flower bloomed in the night sky, extremely gorgeous.

Seeing that the old man could actually block his purple-qi mad sword technique, Zhang Zhexue knew that his attainment in swordsmanship was also quite good. Unlike ordinary monks who only used the speed and sharpness of the flying sword to injure the enemy, there was no structure at all. The old man obviously had some hard work in swordsmanship.

Seeing the light shield outside the old man's body expanding outward, pushing the blood silk to more than a foot outside his body. Zhang Zhexue gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag. He then bit the tip of his tongue, squeezed out a drop of blood, and sprayed it on the four flying swords. The four tigers killed light and burst into four directions. Under the urging of the sword technique, they shot towards the old man in four directions.

At the same time, seven tiger kills were controlled, plus blood silk and a tiger roar, which made Zhang Zhexue's true energy look like a rushing river, and 30% of it was consumed in a blink of an eye.

The old man never thought that Zhang Zhexue, a small cultivator of the ninth level of Qi refining, could control so many magic weapons at the same time. This is not just a matter of true energy, but requires sufficient spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness will only be transformed by spiritual consciousness bit by bit after the foundation is established. The magic weapon is not controlled by spiritual consciousness and cannot last forever.

At this time, the old man was still entangled in blood silk and could not cast new magic weapons. Moreover, Zhang Zhexue's flying sword was shot from four directions. The only thing he could do was to withdraw the flying sword and protect him around him.

When the old man's flying sword returned to defense, Zhang Zhexue's expression became ferocious. He roared and increased his true energy. The three tiger killers, which were originally blocked by the old man's flying sword, suddenly separated and were divided into three directions to kill the old man. The seven flying swords used the purple Qi Mad Sword Technique at the same time, stabbing the old man from seven angles.

The old man's flying sword had only time to block Zhang Zhexue's four tiger kills, but was slashed by the other three tigers in the same position on the light cover outside his body. Finally, the light cover was broken through a gap, and then a tiger killed in it, spinning around his neck, and the entire head was cut off.

As soon as the old man died, the light shield outside his body naturally broke away, and the flying sword also lost control and hovered beside the old man, while the old man's body and head were wrapped in a large net of blood silk and stopped in the air.

Zhang Zhexue recalled seven flying swords with a sword technique, took them into the storage bag, and then controlled the blood silk and rolled the old man's flying sword, and fell to the ground with the old man's corpse.

It was just a dozen breathing time that seven tiger kills and a blood silk spent 70% of Zhang Zhexue's true energy. If the old man had not been killed in such a short time, then Zhang Zhexue would face the exhaustion of the true energy and lack of strength. In the end, he would either die under the sword of the old man or be captured by the old man.

Putting the old man's body on the ground, Zhang Zhexue took the blood silk into the storage bag, walked forward, first put away the old man's two storage bags, then took the old man's flying sword into the storage bag, and then began to take action to remove the old man's Taoist robe. This is a good thing, not only can block his blood silk, but also block the tiger's killing more than a dozen times. With this Taoist robe, it is equivalent to having an extra means to save your life.

Only the old man had a close-fitting clothes, and the rest were taken into the storage bag, and then a small fireball was thrown out, burning the old man's body and head. When the old man's body was burned to ashes, a little fluorescent suddenly flew out of the ashes, and a voice sounded: "The one who killed my disciple is Wu Tian of the ancient sword sect." Then the fluorescent light flashed, and flew straight toward the sky like lightning, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Zhexue was stunned and blurted out, "Damn, there is also a sound-retention system? Fortunately, I am smart, and I reported it to Wu Tian from the Ancient Sword Sect. I just don't know if there is an image system. If so, wouldn't my master be exposed? It's so sinister and hard to guard against." Since it's very likely that he would be exposed for his identity, he simply didn't think much about it. It's better to do whatever he likes. It's so big that it's not easy to find himself. At least he has to pass the Ancient Sword Sect first.

This place still cannot stay for a long time. It is only more than 10,000 miles away from Guanluo City. Maybe the demon king among the monsters will search here again after returning. Thinking of this, Zhang Zhexue sacrificed his flying boat, jumped up, sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, took a few pills, while recovering his true energy and eliminating the elixir left by the divine power Gathering Yuan Pill, and then controlled the flying boat to fly high.

He was still very satisfied with this battle with Zheng Dong of Xingyue Sect. This was the first time he fought with a foundation-building monk head-on, instead of using sneak attacks completely, nor did he use the talisman sword of Zi Ling's ancestor. From this, he also knew where he was at his extreme and knew that he had the qualifications and ability to fight against the foundation-building monk.

If you can build a foundation, then monks below the middle level of the foundation building should have fewer opponents. Zhang Zhexue made a relatively objective assessment of his combat power in his heart.

This flight took more than 400,000 miles, and even he himself didn't know where he flew. He passed by many cities along the way, but he walked by. He walked by until he felt that such a long distance should be safe, so he fell down by a lake in a deep mountain, and then opened a cave on the unknown mountain near the lake and moved in.

Zhang Zhexue felt tired after so long of flying. After cleaning up the cave, he set up a illusion array outside the cave, and then fell asleep. He slept for three days and two nights in a row before he recovered.

After waking up, I washed up briefly, took out the old man's two storage bags, poured all the things inside to the ground, and then searched for them. There were a lot of things. After searching for a while, I found a unique jade plaque engraved on it, and saw three big characters, Xingyue Sect; there were five characters on the reverse, Zheng Dong, the director's hall.

"Xingyue Sect, we are really destined to be." Zhang Zhexue muttered, slapped the sign with a palm and threw it on the ground.

It took half an hour to clean up the old man's things and gained a lot. Maybe the old man really went out to help the sect purchase things. He found two bottles of foundation-building pills in his pile of things, a total of twenty, and the rest were some spiritual herbs and spiritual pills, as well as various refining materials.

During this period, Zhang Zhexue did not feel any problems with his soul. He estimated that Bao San and Miao Yun were safe, otherwise he would always feel something. He just didn't know if they had returned to Yuanji Sect. He opened the spirit beast bag and felt the state of Hu Sier. Seeing that she was sleeping deeply, he felt relieved.

After sealing the spirit beast bag, he sat down in the hole and began to adjust his body and mind.

Since he came to this world, it was the first time that he was alone. In the past, there was the old Taoist Yunshan, then Hui Ning'er, then Bao San, and Hu Si'er, and Hu Si'er had never tried wandering outside alone. Suddenly, there was less people chatting with him, and he couldn't help feeling lonely. Although Hu Si'er was there, Hu Si'er had to sleep for at least three years, so it could only be a decoration, and brighter was even more a decoration. Sometimes he would come out for a few days, and sometimes he wouldn't have a look at it for a few years.

Of course, he never calmed down and reviewed everything he had since come to this world, nor did he carefully recall the things he had in his previous life. At this time, he calmed down and all this came out in his mind like a movie. For five days, he had been immersed in such thoughts until one day a brighter shout rang in his mind, and he woke up suddenly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Gengliang standing in front of me. I stood up quickly, bowed and said, "Master."

"It seems that these Yuanhuns still have some impact on you." Gengliang sat down at the table and continued: "But the main reason is that your cultivation is too low. If you reach the advanced level of foundation building, you can completely refine the distracting thoughts in the Yuanhun and will not be affected by the Yuanhun.

You should practice here for a while, be disturbed by those miscellaneous things all day long, so how is the way to practice? This time, you have to break through the foundation and go back after anyway, otherwise the distracting thoughts in the soul will affect your mind and even make you fall into devils."

After hearing the brighter words, Zhang Zhexue realized that he had been walking around at the critical moment of life and death. If it weren't for the brighter ones, he might have gone astray.
Chapter completed!